FICTION | SOCIETY | CLIMATE
Someday a Real Rain Will Come
A tale of two families and a flood
Marcos is checking his phone, when he’s distracted by the sound of a kid screaming.
“Aaaarrggghhh!”
He knows straight away what’s happened. It’s his five-year-old son, Diego.
“They aren’t any Cap’n Crunch left! Where are my Cap’n Crunch?!!”
“Shhh!! Calm down, son. You know it’s hard to get them here in Spain. We’ll see if we can stock up, OK? Have some Golden Grahams.”
“I don’t WANT Golden Grahams! I don’t LIKE Golden Grahams! I WANT Cap’n Crunch! MY Cap’n Crunch!”
“OK, OK, I’ll see what I can do.”
Diego was practically weaned on the cereal when the family were living in Houston because of his dad’s job at Texaco. Now they are back in Spain, while the latest prospecting project is on hold.
“Damned environmentalists!” Marcos cursed when he got the news. “They even have the banks by the balls now with this ethical investment bullshit.”
It means a few months’ garden leave in their homeland. A land that Diego barely knows. A land without reliable supplies of Cap’n Crunch.
